“I love you.” Three words. That’s all you have to say. Why is it so hard? What are you afraid of? What are your concerns? Is it me? Are you doubtful? It seems so simple. I know it’s not. But hearing those words would mean so much. Especially today. This day. My birthday.
The gifts are lovely and I appreciate them so much. But for each dollar you spent you could have said those three words. Words which have so much more value than any gift you could give. I am thoroughly confused by you. Your affections tell me you care deeply. I can feel in your heart you do, I have no doubt. But how I wish you could take your fondness for me a step further. I wonder if you ever will say it. Where we will be? What will we be doing at that moment?
I have imagined it in my mind many times and what it would be like. It feels so real. You look in my eyes. You are holding me in your tender way. It’s perfect. And I am so happy. I had hoped it would be today. What a gift it would have been. But it’s too late now. You’re sleeping soundly next to me. The day has come and gone. I was hopeful but foolishly so. Still, I couldn’t help it.
An so I am another year older. And still I wait. Still longing. Still waiting. Still waiting. Still longing to be yours.
